There is something quietly powerful about water. It sustains life, carves through rock, and travels thousands of miles just to give itself away. And yet, not all water behaves the same way. Some water flows. Some water sits still and slowly begins to stink.
Imagine, for a moment, a conversation between two bodies of water: a river and a pond. They have known each other for years, but their stories could not be more different.
THE RIVER
"You cannot imagine the places I have been! I have wound through valleys, cut through hillsides, and carried life to dry lands. Farmers wake up each morning and thank God for me. Children splash in my waters. Animals come to my banks to drink and be refreshed. I am a blessing to the soil, to the sky, to every living thing that finds me along the way."
THE POND
"I have often wondered how your water never runs dry. Look at me. I have sat in this same place for years. The sun beats down on me every day and evaporates what little I have left. The good things of the world pass me by. Nothing thrives at my shores. I have always feared that if I began to flow, if I gave any of myself away, there would be nothing left of me."